Big and goofy things they are
there everywhere in this place
I cant escape it
I walk this way they come to me
im stuck in the corning
with all of these clowns around me
I cant breath, my legs are trembeling
the room is closing n
I tell them to leave, they dont
their shouting my name
then abolt of courgage takes over me
I finally get through them
I'm free
This poem could use more imagery. Describe how things look, sound, feel, etc.
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